Once Upon a Family Reunion Sept 8, 2015 18:34:17 GMT -5 Colt Jackson, Helena Rodgers, and 1 more like this
Post by James Rodgers on Sept 8, 2015 18:34:17 GMT -5
MY MIRROR, MY OPPOSITE
It was thirty minutes past six. Margot has gone out with her friends for the whole afternoon and Helena went out about couple hours ago to the grocery store. She said that she needed to acquire couple items she mentioned needing for the pie, garlic bread and lasagna she wanted to add to the dinning table, atop everything else she had on her list of regarleries.
James, would have given his mother his company if he wasn't assigned to clean around, prepare the BBQ and replace the lava rocks, or, clean them in hot water and dish detergent. In reality, he wanted to help his mother as much as he could, so that she has a chance to go to her hairstylist and take care of herself a little bit that day.
So as he wandered through warm winds of a departing afternoon, going about his business in the backyard, he hoped that Helena will be able to make it to her appointment on time. And she may have, since she hasn't been back home yet.
James had seen Helena cooking all day and decorating the open porch in the back of their habitat; fixing the balloons, hanging pendant lights from the porch's ceiling, filling vases with plants and flowers. Tonight was going to be a special moment for the family, and her brother has been making sure all week that their Uncle Jackson was available to come join them at the table. If his mother had invited him already, James wasn't aware of that; Colt mentioned nothing about it but he sounded in a good mood when he spoke to him over the telephone.
He promised that he would come.
The sun was in the sky still, burning in its golden hour, in preparation for a long night of sleep. People didn't notice whether it was winter or summer or what season it was exactly when they were happy, and James today, was a happy young man. His twin sister was voted president of the Theater Society in school. It was a special event for Helena, James because they knew how important it was for aspiring actress, Margot, to make that role and bounce a step higher.
The starting point of all achievements was desire and James could see the desire sparkle in his sister's bright eyes whenever he looked into her soul. Her motivation to succeed in life always mirrored his ... if hers didn't linger just a bit longer than his after succumbing to the dead of night.
Sometimes when she's sleeping with him in the same room, in the same bed, James would often ... simply stare at her while she breathes softly in her sleep. In that moment, he would smile, thinking to himself that the only obstacle that could ever stop his sister from getting ahead of everyone else in order to achieve the unachievable, was the state of dormancy.
He abandoned the outdoor setting and ran up the stairs to get himself ready too. Helena and Colt could arrive at any time. Margot in the other hand, had no idea that her family was preparing a surprise dinner for her so he hoped that she wouldn't come home too late.
So after taking a shower to clean himself, he slipped into a pair of dark grey pants and a blue shirt, styled his hair and carried her present down the stairs, skipping a few stairs excitedly. He hid the present in the living room, under one of the encyclopedias on the bookshelf, a lopsided grin on his face. The present was something of really no monetary value, but in his waking dream, he hoped that it was something Margot will smile for.
A voice, distorted, came from the kitchen. His mother must have left the television turned on. Paying the sounds and voices little to no attention, James Rodgers picked up an old copy of HAMLET, printed in 1929 and one that he had left the night before on the carpeted floor near the fireplace. He moved to the couch and sat, reading.
Suddenly, a car pulled over outside their home.
Last Edit: Sept 20, 2015 4:42:37 GMT -5 by James Rodgers